This is a song about "Being in army"

Between being skinned alive and bathed in acid

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Shortly after, my dad joined the army

Just for me being weird in the past/

I just write that right by a mic stand

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills